The Devil's Angel

The Devil

Chapter 1

"y-yes sir" nauutal na sabi nito kausap nito ang pinakakanakakatakot na nilalang na nakilala nya. Habang dinadampot ang mga papeles sahig na hingis ng basta lamang sa mamahaling carpeted floor. Alas syete na ng gabi ngunit hindi pa rin sila nag uuwian, lalo na ang team nya. This devil is really hard to please. Kung hindi lang magandang salary and benefits nungka magtatagal sya dito.

"I need this before lunch time tomorrow or else you will never see the light of day" He is not shouting but the coldness makes the secretary shivers. She knows well. It may sound calm but deep inside a boiling lava is about to burst. 

" Out you stupid moron." dahan-dahang umatras ito at bahagyang yumukod bago tumalikod at lumabas sa pintuan.

Sumadal sa kinauupuang swivel chair. At umikot paharap sa iba't-ibang kulay ng city lights. The light gray eyes is void of emotions. 

 Rage Luke Smith. One of the riches in the world. Half Filipino and half American. He is the sole owner of Hotel and mall chains around the world. Including the casinos and hi-end bars from biggest cities and well-known resorts. He is voted as one of the sought after bachelors sa isang sikat na magazine. He has the face of an angel but as they say the devil is once an angel too.

" Carl bring me my car, I need to breath" tawag nito sa driver/body guard niya. Tumayo na sya at hinubad ang kurbata at blazer ng kanyang mamahaling one-piece suit. Tinupi ang white polo hanggang siko at lumakad na palabas. Lahat ng madaanan ay nakayuko bilang pagbibigay galang, ngunit kapansin-pansin na halos pigil ang hininga ng lahat. He smirk, he loves the feeling of fear from them, he enjoys how they are putting them in dilemma every time he is around. The money, the power. Sumakay na sya ng kanyang private elevator and bumababa ng basement. 

"Sir" yumuko ang driver/body guard nya at binuksan ang passenger seat.

"You can take a rest carl, I'll take it from here." sabi nya at sumakay sa driver's seat. Pinatakbo na nya ito palabas ng pag-aaring buiding. Hindi sya takot lumakad mag-isa. He can take care of himself. Aside that he carries a gun anywhere he goes he is an expert of different martial arts. His car is bullet proofed in case someone ambush him. Alam nyang sa mundong ginagalawan marami ang galit sa kanya. And he doesn't fear them. He doesn't fear anyone or even death itself.

Malamyos ang musika sa VIP section ng mamahaling bar na pinuntahan nya. Mapusyaw ang ilaw at malamig ang buga ng aircon. Hawak ang baso ng alak at dahan-dahang sinisimsim ito. 

"Wazzup my man" biglang may umupo sa harap nya. Nerro Red Smith. His son of a bitch of a half brother. 

" How did you know that I am here?" nakasimangot nyang tanong. He stares blankly at him and he just chuckles.

"Just how i know the way to the moon." nagsalin din ito ng alak sa baso at tahimik na uminom. Tumikhim ito at may sasabihin sana ng putulin nya.

"Don't even start" he knows why this fucking moron keep on bugging him.

Napabuntong hininga na lamang ito at tumayo, pero bago pa man ito nakalabas ng pinto lumingon ito at nagsalita. " Life is uncertain, and He doesn't have much time you know," at nagpatuloy na sa paglabas. He knows that it is about their father. Who is now suffering from terminal cancer. At sabi pa ay may taning na ang buhay nito. Kinakapa nya ang sarili sa kung anu mang emosyon ang pwede nyang maramdaman. But what he feels is emptiness. He tightly grip the glass until it shatters into pieces and gushing blood from his bare hands. The tingling sensation of pain is slowly creeping. Ahhh.. atleast he feels something now. He stood-up and wash the blooded hands. he take-out his phone from his pocket and call Helenia. He must need a good fuck tonight.